CHAPTER IV.
OVER A CLIFF The storm that lulled Skipper Ed and his little partner to sleep also lulled Abel Zachariah and Mrs.Abel and Bobby to sleep.

Bobby's new bed was finished.

It was half the width of Abel's and Mrs.Abel's bed, but it was quite as long, for Bobby was to grow tall, and to become a big and brave hunter.

And, too, for present needs it must be of ample length to permit Mrs.Abel to lie down by Bobby's side of nights while she crooned him to sleep with her quaint Eskimo lullabies.
Abel had expended great care in his handicraft, and derived a vast deal of satisfaction from the result.

And when Mrs.Abel fitted the bunk with a fine feather bed which she made from the duck and goose feathers which she had saved, and spread it with warm blankets and tucked Bobby away in it, he, too, seemed to find it entirely to his liking, for he went to sleep at once, and slept as soundly as he could have slept in a bed of carved mahogany, spread with counterpanes of silk and down.
Indeed, Bobby was in a fair way of being spoiled.